The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

The moment the black shadow appeared, a sneer appeared on Matthew's lips.

He grabbed it from the air with his other hand, and a big golden hand suddenly appeared.

With a big hand, the black shadow was caught in his hand.

When the big hand returned to him, Matthew could see the appearance of the black shadow clearly.

This turned out to be a completely black monkey.

It's just that this monkey is not an entity, but is transformed by essence.

The monkey held by the big golden hand kept struggling, but did not make any sound.

"This is a soul evil!"

While Matthew was observing the monkeys, there was a hint of disbelief in Master Lingzun's voice.

"What is a soul evil spirit?" Matthew asked doubtfully.

This was the first time he heard this name.

"The so-called soul evil is actually an extremely special existence. Every living thing in the world has a soul, and the soul will dissipate after death. But if a soul appears in the land of Yin evil, it may turn into a soul. It's a soul evil." Master Lingzun explained to Matthew softly.

"This soul evil doesn't seem to be very powerful."

Seeing what Master Lingzun said was amazing, Matthew was a little disapproving.

"It is true that Hunsha are not strong, but they are the favorite food of Yin ghosts. Hunsha are usually used to nourish Yin creatures. I have heard that many monks who practice ghost skills specialize in raising Hunsha." Master Lingzun continued.

"Is it possible that Zhao Ping's shadow stone was designed to lure people here and then be swallowed by the evil things inside." Matthew said with a flash of idea.

"It's also possible that there is a ghost cultivator here. No matter which way, he can't stay here any longer. Those cultivators from the Temple of Slaughter must also have been coaxed to come here."

There was a hint of solemnity in Master Lingzun's voice.

Matthew has never encountered a ghost cultivator, but he can also know from some classics that the methods of ghost cultivators are extremely weird, and ordinary monks are no match for them.

It's not an easy thing to become a ghost cultivator. Matthew doesn't know what the specific conditions are.

He is not interested in learning how to become a ghost cultivator now.

His only thought now is to leave here as soon as possible.

With a hard squeeze of the big golden hand, the Soul Demon turned into a wisp of blue smoke.

After solving the soul evil spirit, Matthew was just about to leave when a dark wind suddenly blew around him.

This dark wind is also accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying.

After hearing this voice, Matthew suddenly became manic.

Just when he was about to lose consciousness, Master Lingzun suddenly shouted.

After gaining temporary clarity, Matthew broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly cast the meditation spell.

As the meditation spell was run over and over again, the mania in Matthew's body quickly calmed down.

But the cold wind continued and became more and more fierce.

Matthew released a golden shield to resist the evil wind.

The moment the shield appeared, a big black hand suddenly appeared without warning.

With just a slight squeeze, the shield broke.

Matthew inside was caught by the big black hand without even having time to dodge.

The moment he was caught, Matthew found that the magic power in his body was completely stagnant.

Then, a strange energy rushed into his mind.

With a muffled groan, Matthew lost consciousness.

The big black hand grabbed Matthew and disappeared in a flash.

This doesn't just happen here.

Elsewhere, the monks who entered the Temple of Slaughter were caught one by one by the sudden appearance of big black hands.

Even the seventh elder who was a Nascent Soul cultivator was also attacked by big black hands.

However, because of his high cultivation level, he reacted the moment the big black hand appeared.

After forcing away the big black hand that suddenly appeared, the seventh elder summoned a small red sword.

He flicked the small sword lightly with his finger, and a clear sword sound suddenly sounded.

The small red sword spun around, and red threads shot towards the big black hand.

If Matthew were here, he would definitely be able to see that these red threads are not ordinary things, but are all made of sword energy.

The red silk thread was extremely sharp. After flashing quickly around the big black hand, the big black hand was cut into countless pieces.

After easily dealing with the big black hand, the Seventh Elder snorted coldly.

When he was about to check the stump of the big hand that fell to the ground, another big black hand appeared.

Seeing this, the seventh elder immediately activated the red sword again to release the thread.

But this time, the big black hand slapped hard, and a strong wind blew out.

When the silk threads came into contact with the cold wind, they were all blown back.

The seventh elder's expression changed, and he immediately made a fist with his hands.

Suddenly, a dazzling red light erupted from the small red sword.

This red light immediately enveloped the Seven Elders in it.

The dark wind that was blowing was turned into white smoke by the high temperature carried by the red light before it got close.

Before the seventh elder could breathe a sigh of relief, the ground beneath his feet suddenly moved.

Then, another big black hand came out.

The seventh elder shouted loudly, stepped on his feet, and a sharp red sword energy emerged from his feet.

With a flash of red sword energy, the big black hand that suddenly appeared cut off two pieces.

At this time, another big black hand pressed down on the seventh elder's head.

At the same time, the palm that fanned out the dark wind also pressed on the red light.

"Bang."

"Bang."

Two muffled sounds.

Hongmang was defeated.

The seventh elder inside was grabbed by two palms at the same time, and soon he rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.